Brandon Henderson - Down The Line lyrics

Picture if you will a man in a dirty suit He's got ten food stamps left and a couple of bucks to boot He's walked all day and his feet are tired and sore A little girl points his way and asks, "Mommy, is that man poor?" And as he turns away he finally sees the sign With an arrow pointing the way straight to the unemployment line And he wonders if he'll ever see a brighter day Up from under his life was ripped away And when it came to being a father He did all that he could He did his best to give his wife and son a home in a good neighborhood Now all he has are blurry memories of his days of drinking whiskey and wine And all intentions of getting help someday As soon as he grows a spine Somewhere down the line Down the line Picture if you will a boy in a crowded hall He's slipping through the lines Nobody notices him at all He's pushed and shoved, a nameless face, does no one care All they see is an awkward boy with sloppy hair Walking home alone the kids all call him names He's scared to d**h to show his face at football games And he wonders if he'll ever see a brighter day Up from under his pride's been ripped away And when they told him that dad was moving out He said that he understood Yet he wondered why they'd felt inclined to move to a rich neighborhood Now all he has are his memories of the days when his family was fine And all intentions of standing tall again When the torment declines Somewhere down the line And they wonder if they'll ever see a brighter day Through toil and blunder Their hope's been ripped away Now all they have are their memories of the days when their family was fine And all intentions of getting close again When their paths intertwine Somewhere down the line Down the line © 2002 Burning Blue Music Words And Music by Brandon Henderson